The Democracy of Water
John built an inflatable bridge. The hubris of it, the sheer audacity. I told him bad idea but telling John anything is like arguing with weather. We went to look. As we did, a fish hook pierced the bridge. Of course a fish hook. The current below was waiting. We tumbled into its wet arithmetic, bridge deflating, John’s grand gesture reaching its plain conclusion: gravity and consequence and the cold democracy of water that doesn’t care about engineering degrees or faith in styrene-butadiene rubber. The hook, still dangling, caught light like a question mark above our soaked heads.
- The Democracy of Water - March 12, 2026
* This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are producs of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
